Ship/Member: jeongcheol Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: cheating, unnamed original female character, jeonghan pov, jeonghan having a the other woman by lana del rey moment Permission to remix: Yes
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“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol says. His voice has taken a gritting tone, it scratches and tears at Jeonghan’s ears, trying to dig its way in so that the words will get through to him. But Jeonghan isn’t listening– not really.
“It’s fine,” Jeonghan replies, waving a hand dismissively.
Seungcheol has gotten off the bed by now, but Jeonghan stays there, wrapped in the duvet. He doesn’t know at what point during the night Seungcheol stopped holding him. He doesn’t really want to know, either.
“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol says. Jeonghan wishes he would stop talking. “I didn’t…”
“It was a mistake?” Jeonghan suggests. “You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing? There’s plenty of excuses you could use. Just make sure to use one you haven’t used before. And save them for her, won’t you? Don’t tell them to me. I’m the one you fucked, not the one you fucked over.”
“Jeonghan…”
“Stop that,” Jeonghan snaps. “Don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
Jeonghan doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want to say it out loud; it’s embarrassing. Seungcheol doesn’t even know he’s doing it. But sometimes Seungcheol says Jeonghan’s name like he loves him, and Jeonghan knows he doesn’t– Seungcheol likes him, sure. Likes him enough to fuck him in a hotel room at least. But not more than that. So he shouldn’t say Jeonghan’s name like he could love him.
“I’ll pay for the room on the way out,” Seungcheol says at length.
“Make sure to use cash,” Jeonghan says. “Don’t you share a bank account now, after the wedding?”
Seungcheol flinches slightly at the mention– just enough that Jeonghan notices. Then Seungcheol nods, “yes. Yes, we do.”
“How was the reception?”
“It was nice,” Seungcheol says. He looks at Jeonghan imploringly, but Jeonghan says nothing. “How was the… what was it? Your grandma’s 80th birthday? The grandma that died at 76, who for some reason threw a birthday party that you had to go to?”
“Fuck off,” Jeonghan scowls. “What the fuck was I supposed to say, Seungcheol? Yes? Yes, I’d love to watch you marry the girl you’ve been cheating on with me?”
He refrains from adding the part where Seungcheol had sworn he wouldn’t. The part where Jeonghan and Seungcheol are 18 and they’re in love, and they swear they’re going to get married– the part where Seungcheol moves away and moves on, and Jeonghan stays in the same place. The part where Seungcheol comes back and is engaged. The part where he calls Jeonghan and wants to catch up, and they catch up, and Seungcheol fucks Jeonghan in the backseat of his car. He says he’ll break off the engagement, but Jeonghan doesn’t believe him– Seungcheol has promised him a lot of things. He hasn’t kept a single one of them.
“I suppose not,” Seungcheol says.
“What do you want, Seungcheol?” Jeonghan asks. His voice softens a bit seeing the defeated look on Seungcheol’s face, and he hates himself for it, and he hates Seungcheol too.
“When will I see you again?”
Jeonghan laughs, shaking his head. “Whenever you want,” he says. “You know what I am. You know what I’d do. You go out there and make it up to your wife, and I’ll wait for the next time you want me, and we’ll do this all over again.”
Seungcheol looks at him, and Jeonghan looks back– he’d never been quite sure what people meant when they said they’d do anything for someone. He thought it was stupid and grandiose, a child’s idea of what love is like, and what romance is.
There’s nothing romantic about this. Jeonghan is lying on the forest floor like a dead deer, and Seungcheol is the marksman and the carrion birds, the bugs and the bacteria, and when he’s finished with Jeonghan all there will be left is his bones.
[FILL] hotel room
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: cheating, unnamed original female character, jeonghan pov, jeonghan having a the other woman by lana del rey moment
Permission to remix: Yes
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“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol says. His voice has taken a gritting tone, it scratches and tears at Jeonghan’s ears, trying to dig its way in so that the words will get through to him. But Jeonghan isn’t listening– not really.
“It’s fine,” Jeonghan replies, waving a hand dismissively.
Seungcheol has gotten off the bed by now, but Jeonghan stays there, wrapped in the duvet. He doesn’t know at what point during the night Seungcheol stopped holding him. He doesn’t really want to know, either.
“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol says. Jeonghan wishes he would stop talking. “I didn’t…”
“It was a mistake?” Jeonghan suggests. “You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing? There’s plenty of excuses you could use. Just make sure to use one you haven’t used before. And save them for her, won’t you? Don’t tell them to me. I’m the one you fucked, not the one you fucked over.”
“Jeonghan…”
“Stop that,” Jeonghan snaps. “Don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
Jeonghan doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want to say it out loud; it’s embarrassing. Seungcheol doesn’t even know he’s doing it. But sometimes Seungcheol says Jeonghan’s name like he loves him, and Jeonghan knows he doesn’t– Seungcheol likes him, sure. Likes him enough to fuck him in a hotel room at least. But not more than that. So he shouldn’t say Jeonghan’s name like he could love him.
“I’ll pay for the room on the way out,” Seungcheol says at length.
“Make sure to use cash,” Jeonghan says. “Don’t you share a bank account now, after the wedding?”
Seungcheol flinches slightly at the mention– just enough that Jeonghan notices. Then Seungcheol nods, “yes. Yes, we do.”
“How was the reception?”
“It was nice,” Seungcheol says. He looks at Jeonghan imploringly, but Jeonghan says nothing. “How was the… what was it? Your grandma’s 80th birthday? The grandma that died at 76, who for some reason threw a birthday party that you had to go to?”
“Fuck off,” Jeonghan scowls. “What the fuck was I supposed to say, Seungcheol? Yes? Yes, I’d love to watch you marry the girl you’ve been cheating on with me?”
He refrains from adding the part where Seungcheol had sworn he wouldn’t. The part where Jeonghan and Seungcheol are 18 and they’re in love, and they swear they’re going to get married– the part where Seungcheol moves away and moves on, and Jeonghan stays in the same place. The part where Seungcheol comes back and is engaged. The part where he calls Jeonghan and wants to catch up, and they catch up, and Seungcheol fucks Jeonghan in the backseat of his car. He says he’ll break off the engagement, but Jeonghan doesn’t believe him– Seungcheol has promised him a lot of things. He hasn’t kept a single one of them.
“I suppose not,” Seungcheol says.
“What do you want, Seungcheol?” Jeonghan asks. His voice softens a bit seeing the defeated look on Seungcheol’s face, and he hates himself for it, and he hates Seungcheol too.
“When will I see you again?”
Jeonghan laughs, shaking his head. “Whenever you want,” he says. “You know what I am. You know what I’d do. You go out there and make it up to your wife, and I’ll wait for the next time you want me, and we’ll do this all over again.”
Seungcheol looks at him, and Jeonghan looks back– he’d never been quite sure what people meant when they said they’d do anything for someone. He thought it was stupid and grandiose, a child’s idea of what love is like, and what romance is.
There’s nothing romantic about this. Jeonghan is lying on the forest floor like a dead deer, and Seungcheol is the marksman and the carrion birds, the bugs and the bacteria, and when he’s finished with Jeonghan all there will be left is his bones.
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